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"SHABAM!" shouted Alice as the practice dummy exploded in a burst of flame. "I am the all and powerful Oz, bow down before me, mere mortals!"

"Oh great," said Mikey. "The power is totally going to her head."

Donatello and Eve were pouring over the prophecy in Donatello's lab and once he heard about there being one about her, Raphael had gone off to ask his brother a few questions about it. Alice, not wanting to really hear a thing about it yet, had found Splinter meditating in the dojo and after her protesting that she needed to also use her powers, not just meditate, to harness them: he had allowed her. Making a fireball was now easy, all she had to think about was that douchesnozzle, Vic, to make one up and she pretended it was him she was throwing it at. Mikey had come to see what the ruckus was about, and had planted himself at a safe distance away from her to watch.

"You seemed to have mastered the fire element sooner than expected," said Splinter. "Perhaps we should try and focus on your other gifts."

"All right," said Alice. "What do we-ACK!"

Alice barely managed to evade Splinter's attack with his walking stick. Again and again he came at her and soon she found herself easily evading his attacks, using newfound speed. On the sidelines sat Michelangelo, a perfectly painted picture of awe on his face as she managed to evade Splinter's attacks. When coming to a wall, however, she was cornered, and just like when Karai cornered her, had no idea how to get out.

"You are cornered, and have nowhere to go. What do you do?"

"Flambé?" she asked, frowning at the disappointed 'tsk' he uttered and the snort of laughter from Mikey. "No? Uh… well I'm not going to hit you! Your sons would kill me!"

"You are using the element of air to enhance your speed as well as water for your agility. Perhaps use the air around you to maneuver yourself out of a situation like this. Look at your surroundings, use the environment to-"

And just like that. Alice put the edge of her foot up on the wall and pushed upwards, the element of air surrounding her and twisting her body so that she could land behind Splinter.

"Woo! I did-" WHACK!

Alice was on the floor, an astonished look on her face, as well as a growing bruise on her side from where Splinter had hit her.

"Ow!" she complained.

"Never be distracted from one wanting to do harm onto you. It could be the difference between life and death."

"Check," she said, standing slowly, not only rubbing her side, but her bottom.

"You have done well," said Splinter. "I do believe Donatello wished to speak to you after our session today."

"I'm done?" she asked, relieved.

"Yes. Tomorrow we will try and work on an element you have yet to outwardly use. Water."

"You think I can make it appear like fire?"

"I believe you'd be able to do all four. But I wish for you to focus on water next," he said, tilting his head toward the singed practice dummy. "I do not wish to have my home destroyed by your flame."

"Oh. Uh." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Sorry."

She gave a deadly glare to Mikey who had guffawed at her sheepish expression and he barely had time to stand before she was chasing after him, using her newfound speed.

"AAAAHHHHHH!" squealed Michelangelo as her fingertips brushed over his shoulders, having almost gotten him.

"C'mere you!" taunted Alice.

"Kids," muttered Splinter, shaking his head.

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"AAAAHHHHHH!"

Three heads looked up from the papers they were looking over, then at each other. While Eve looked worried, Don and Raphael shared a secret smile with each other.

"What was that? What that Alice? Is she in trouble?"

"Nah, that was Mikey," said Raphael.

"RAPHAEL-HELP-ME-YOUR-PSYCHO-GIRLFRIEND-IS-GUNNA-EYAK!"

Silence.

"She got him," said an amused Donatello. "Should we help him?"

"Nah, he probably said something stupid and deserves it," said Raphael. "So, tell me more about dis prophecy."

"From what we've gone over," said Donatello. "It says something about the warrior of the light, harnessing the power of the dark, to defend against- see this is where it gets jumbled."

"It roughly translates to 'the collapse of time'. But that makes no sense. Does that mean time stops? Does it mean we all die or that time will have no meaning?" asked Eve, pondering out loud.

"My head hurts just thinkin' about what yer sayin'," said Raphael, rubbing the spot between his eyes. "You sayin' Alice is this warrior of the light? Kinda funny, since she's a thief an all…"

"You did say she was trying to save someone when you first met her," said Donatello. "Perhaps she just needed a push in the right direction. Anyway, I'll keep at it. There is still a large amount of text to go over as well as three other possible prophecies that circle around this timeline as well as the sudden gain of powers. We've already eliminated one about vampires, I mean, those don't exist."

"No one knows that we exist, yet we're here," said Raphael, making Donatello frown, then look a little uneasy.

"Maybe… I'll give that one another look as well."

Just then Mikey and Alice came into the lab. Michelangelo was rubbing the back of his head while Alice had a smug smirk on her face. Raphael and Donatello chuckled and Eve just stared at Alice.

"She get'cha good, Mikey?"

"Yeah.I'll never tell you that you hit like a girl again, cause if ya hit like this girl, I'd probably be concussed more often!"

"I barely touched you," teased Alice.

"Tell that to my aching melon!"

"Not to break up the comedic relief," said Donatello. "But we've got a possible match on the prophecy."

"Ohh, goodie, let me see!" said Alice sarcastically while clapping her hands.

Alice started growing weary when Donatello started talking about her being a possible warrior of the light, and that the powers she had were dark in nature. Well, duh, they'd been used to fight wars and kill people in the past, so they were a little dark, and she was supposed to stop, what? Time from ending?

"It's all very vague, but, oh, here is a clearer part: the warrior will…" He broke off.

"Will what?" demanded Alice and Raphael at the same time, making Don jump.

"I… it could be wrong. I mean over time texts such as this are…"

"Spill it, Bro," encouraged Michelangelo, leaning over Donatello's shoulder, eager eyes looking the text over.

"Uh, um, according to this the warrior of the light will… sacrifice their life to preserve the continuation of time."

"WHAT?" barked Raphael.

"Let me see that," said Eve, frantically going over the text, struggling with her own translation, but getting the gist because she was soon pale and looking sadly at her friend.

"This translation is rough. We could be reading it wrong…" said Donatello.

"Right. Sure."

Alice was only half listening. She was aware of Raphael demanding that Donatello look again and Mikey saying that it could all be wrong and Eve was just sitting silently. By the end of it Donatello was promising to look more into the timeline of it while Eve was asking her if she was okay, because it was a lot to take in.

"I'm fine. I just… need some air."

Alice rushed out of the room, past the living room and out the secret door. She was aware of someone calling her name but she ignored them, instead starting out in a run. Luckily before the news she'd been training so having on sneakers she started running through the tunnels. Everything blurred and by the time she stopped she had no idea where the hell she was. Too tired to care about the grime of the sewer walls she leaned against them, hands pressed to her face, and breathed deeply.

"Alice?"

"Go away, Mikey."

"I… I just wanted to make sure…"

"What? That I'm ok? I'm fucking perfect. Can you leave now?"

"I…" His eyes were sad as he nodded. He must've told Raphael where he had found her because within ten minutes he was there. Raphael didn't say anything, just stood there, letting her have her moment.

"This is bullshit," she said, hands dropping.

"I know."

"Why me? Huh? I'm no one special, just someone from a broken home whose mom left and whose dad blamed her and beat her for it." Raphael's eyes widened slightly at her admission and she traced the scar on her upper lip. "This is from one of the nights he came after me, split my lip open when I told him to leave Danica alone."

"I'm sorry."

"Me too. Maybe if he loved me more I wouldn't have turned into a thief and got myself in this mess."

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"There could be anotha answer. I mean the prophecy-"

"There is an immense amount of FUCK I do not give right now about that prophecy!" shouted Alice. "Let someone else do it! I don't care I…" She sighed. Defeated. "I don't want to die."

Suddenly she was pulled forward and in the embrace of Raphael, the wind almost knocked out of her. Her eyes closed as his arms came around her and she pressed her body closer to his, head resting on his shoulder.

"Yer not gunna die," he growled. "Not if I can help it."

"It's nice, having someone care," she whispered a moment later, making his arms tighten. "I'm… not used to it."

"Don't get used to it," he said playfully. "I'm only doing this cause yer sleepin' with me."

"Oh really?" she said with a laugh.

"Yep."

"Hm…" Alice then winced, pulling back. "I should say sorry to Mikey. I yelled at him AGAIN."

"He'll get over it," said Raph. "He always does. Just play a game with him and let him win and he'll love ya again."

"Never! If he beats me he needs to earn it!"

"You two…" Raphael shook his head. "So… what'd he do earlier that had him screaming like a girl?"

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"No I'm not playing hard to get! I'm telling you, Sir: this isn't that kind of phone line!" Alice froze in Donatello's doorway, a shocked expression on her face which quickly turned into mirth as Donatello struggled with a "customer". A snort of laughter escaped her mouth and Donatello whipped around, hand over the mouthpiece of his headphones: a look of pure mortification on his face. "Let me transfer you to a manager."

It wasn't until he tossed the headphones down onto his keyboard that Alice really let loose with the laughter. Her stomach hurt, tears were rolling down her eyes: and it was the best she's felt all day.

"Oh God, Donnie, I needed that." She wiped her eyes, a few chuckles still escaping her mouth. "Good Lord."

"Please don't tell anyone! Especially, Mikey. I'll never live it down," he pleaded.

"Secret is safe with me," she said. "Where's Eve?"

"Going over some stuff since I had to work."

"Ah. I see. Sorry I ran out on you it's just…"

He held up a hand, rising from his chair in the process. "Don't worry about it. I'm on my lunch, want a sandwich?"

"Yeah. I haven't eaten much today. I was thinking of practicing with the katana. My sword skills suck."

"If Leo were here he'd give you some pointers," said Don. "Splinter could help you."

"He's already got enough on his plate trying to keep me from burning his house down."

"Leo taught our other human friend April some basic maneuvers, maybe when she gets back from her business trip to South Africa she can help you out. She… she said she was going to try and find Leo but… It's a big area to look over."

"So, why did he leave again?" asked Alice.

So while he made them both turkey sandwiches, Donatello explained to Alice Leo's story. He sounded very honorable, and he took the burden of being a leader a little too seriously. To become a better leader he went on a quest and the quest was apparently taking a little longer than expected. Alice could tell Donatello looked up to Leonardo with the passionate way he spoke of their last battle with Shredder as well as how he kept them together as a family.

"It wasn't until you came that things started to slowly get back to normal. Mikey and I are in the dojo again and even Raphael has been caught in there a few times. Maybe… maybe now that we have a forth again Splinter will let us go topside. Not that it stops Raph…" He cast Alice a glance. "It's obvious its him, but maybe if we can get back as a group he won't have to go out on his own anymore."

"I don't know… Raphael said he made it pretty clear that no one was allowed to do anything until Leo came back," said Alice softly.

"We'll see. Especially with your situation, we may have to do something without Leonardo around."

"Ugh… Yeah. My situation sucks."

"We've beaten the odds countless times. We won't let anything happen to you, not if we can help it."

"Thanks." Donatello's watch on his wrist beeped. "Back to business?"

"Ugh, yeah."

"Go get-em, Tiger," she said with a wink, making Don blush before clumsily making his way out of the kitchen, leaving her alone with only her worried thoughts as company.

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"Who the hell are you?"

Alice froze in her steps then slowly turned around to see a very large man with a somewhat pissed off look on his face, standing in the doorway of the lair. Her eyes narrowed as he pulled out a hockey stick then pointed it at her.

"You're trespassin'."

"Actually I've been living here so if ANYONE is trespassing it's you."

"Oh yeah?" he asked.

"Uh. Yeah. Thought I made that pretty clear. What're you going to do with that little stick of yours?" Alice, just to show him who it was that was boss, brought her hand up and the fireball came to life. "Because I'm not impressed."

"Case?" Raphael came into the room. "What're you doin' here?"

"Raph!" shouted Casey Jones, still pointing his hockey stick at her. "Who is this crazy broad?"

"Alice, meet my pal Casey. Case, this is Alice… Alice, he's cool, you can put the fireworks away."

"Hm." She let the flame die. "Fine. Do know he threatened me first."

"Doesn't surprised me," said Raph, slugging his friend on the arm.

"Anyway, I'll be in the dojo."

"Try not to burn it down."

Alice's answer was flicking him off as she walked away, making Casey whistle not only because someone had the balls to do that to Raph, but with the way her lower body swayed when she walked. Another smack upside the head knocked him back to reality and he gave his friend a glare while rubbing the back of his head.

"Geez, what's with you?"

"Nothing. Just making sure you keep your eyes off of her. Remember April?"

"Yeah! C'mon man it's not like I'd do anything, but you gotta appreciate the view." Casey held up his hands in surrender as Raphael went to hit him again. "Ok! Ok! No more lookin'! Geez, it's like yer going out with her or something."

When Raphael rubbed the back of his neck instead of commenting, Casey starred at his friend: suspicious. When the blush formed and when Raphael couldn't look him in the eye, Casey laughed and pointed.

"You totally have a crush!"

"I do not!"

"Why you turnin' red then?"

"Shut up!"

"You kiss her?"

Raphael smirked and Casey clapped his friend on the shell.

"Didn't know you had it in you, Knucklehead," said Casey, who then got shoved away by a somewhat embarrassed Raphael. Casey could tell his friend didn't want to talk about it, who knew he'd be the private type when it came to kissing and stuff? One would think Raphael would be boasting about it. "She any good?"

"You're really makin' it hard not to pummel ya."

"Fine, fine… So, I talked to Ape today. Said she might have a lead on Leo."

"Oh yeah?" said Raphael, trying to put on the face that he could care less: and failing miserably.

"Yeah. Some villagers talking about ghost stories, on how people of the bad variety end up getting the crap beat out of them… she's going to search more thoroughly after she makes some deals for that Winters dude she's working for."

"Don said he was collecting a bunch of statues for his museum or whatever," said Raphael, absentmindedly taking out his sai and twirling it around in his right hand as they walked to the kitchen. Eve was sitting at the table, papers spread out before her. The coffee machine was almost empty and her cup was half full as her eager eyes traveled over texts. She looked up when they came in and Raphael winched internally when seeing the small speck of fear in her eyes when she laid them upon Casey. Had he known Casey was going to come over, he'd of warned her especially. "Eve, this is Casey. Friend of ours, he goes out with April."

"Right. Don told me about you. Uh, hi," she said, reaching out her hand in greeting and Casey slowly took it. He was giving her an appreciative glance as well and Raphael had to remember to knock him one for that as well.

"Hi… So I totally need to know why it is we suddenly have new friends and I wasn't told," said Casey. "First the crazy pyromaniac yer jonesing now this chick." He stopped to give her a small, apologetic look. "No offence, just that a heads up would've been nice."

"I'm Alice's neighbor, Eve," said Eve. "I have a crazy ex out to kill me."

"Uh, oh, well, that sucks."

"Alice is her friend," said Raphael. "And asked us to help."

"Oh," said Casey, scratching the back of his head. "So, you and Alice are together, who's she with?"

"What?" asked Eve, turning pink.

"Ugh, Casey," muttered Raphael, facepalming. "No one."

"You sure? I'd say Donatello."

"What?" she squeaked. "Why?"

"You totally got the hot geek thing going with the glasses and flannel-"

"Knock it off, Lughead," growled Raphael, elbowing Casey in the gut before looking at Eve. "Ignore him. He's an idiot. C'mon, let's go to the dojo… You can spar Alice."

"I don't wanna be fried!" complained Casey.

"She won't. Even without the fire she'll kick your ass."

"Game on!"

All Eve could do was watch as they left the kitchen, her blue eyes wide under her glasses.

"What just happened?" she asked herself before tugging on the black and blue flannel shirt she was wearing. "And what's wrong with flannel?"

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Karai tensed as Victor Wendt strolled into her office. The man was a letch, and Karai only barely tolerated him because of the handsome amounts of money he donated to the Foot's science team for their protection. Not that they were bankrupt, it just meant she could have extra luxuries. However, the rude way he requested their meeting was one strike and if he were to gain more: she'd dispose of him.

"Mr. Wendt."

"Mistress Karai," he said being cordial and offering his hand. She took it to shake but he twisted and placed a small kiss on her pale skin and she felt as if a snake was coiling itself around her spine. "Thank you for meeting with me."

"What is it that you have lost?" she asked, tugging her hand back, using a little force to do it. She calmly strode back behind the safety of her desk. Oh, it wasn't for her, it was for him. "It must be important, to demand such an urgent meeting from me."

With each word that passed through is mouth, she clenched the armrest on her chair with a deathly grip. She was not stupid, the fake concern he had for this woman made her want to scream at him to be truthful. It was a woman, Karai was certain, that had run as far away from him as she could. Karai's eyes narrowed as he lay down a picture of two women on a street, not because of the redheaded woman, but with the company she kept.

"This girl, I want her too, she's…"

"Let me stop you right there," said Karai, who then pointed to a picture of Alice. "This woman is of special interest to me, and you will NOT interfere with your petty revenge against a woman that had the mind to leave you. In fact, I will place them both under my protection from you, not that it'll be needed. The company this woman is with now will more than likely keep them safe, though with the power she possesses I'd watch my step if I were you." She saw his wrapped hand. "Unless you've already been witness to her talents?"

"What is she?" he asked.

"That is none of your concern."

"The hell it isn't! She has Eve and I want her back NOW!" Karai was up and over her desk in one fluid motion, dagger in her hand that she had strapped under the desk, and pressed it to his throat. He squawked like a chicken when the blade pressed into his skin. "You will leave. If you go against what I wish, all and any protection for you will be disbanded."

"You can't do this," he growled. "Eve will be mine again."

"I do not care about Eve, but I will not help you with kidnapping her." She stepped away from him and he stood from his chair, the piece of furniture crashing backwards to the floor, alerting her guards. Two ninja came in, swords drawn, but she raised a hand to halt their advances. "Goodbye Mr. Wendt. I wish you luck on your quest for you will surely need it."

Victor was furious. He rushed out of the office and into his Town Car. He demanded his driver take him home all while he looked over the photos of the women he wanted dead. The first assassination attempt had been a failure and he knew it was because of this Alice woman. His men searched both apartments and found nothing but Eve's work information and she wouldn't be stupid enough to show up there. However, if she did, he had men stationed there to be safe.

That was the last thought he had, before his entire car exploded into a ball of flame, startling pedestrians and setting off car alarms. Watching the scene, from her office on the top floor of the high-rise, was Karai with a stoic look on her face. A figure entered her office from behind her and she spoke without looking at them.

"Wendt has been taken care of. He was proving to be a larger problem than we could handle. He was looking for the female."

"How unfortunate for him," said the somewhat raspy voice.

"Indeed." She looked over her shoulder. "Proceed with the plan as before."

"Yes Mistress."

"How long?" she asked.

"Five days."

"Hm… perfect."

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Alice had practiced with the katana for about an hour before growing tired of it. She knew some of the maneuvers she was doing were wrong, but she didn't want to trouble anyone else to teach her. She taught herself a couple cool tricks and then left, strapping the katana to her side with a red sash she'd found and Splinter let her have. She liked it there better than strapped to her back but knew that on any sort of missions she'd have to keep it on her back. Sighing she walked through an empty kitchen to the living area where Raphael, Casey, and Michelangelo were watching SportsCenter. She sat between Michelangelo and Raphael on the sofa then nudged Mikey with her arm to gain his attention. She mouthed the words 'I'm sorry'. He smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a hug which she accepted, ignoring the disapproving scowl from Raphael.

"Done practicing?" asked Mikey.

"Yep."

"Any better?" asked Raphael.

"Sure."

The show was over and Mikey was eagerly channel surfing.

"How was your party today?" asked Alice, mentally cataloging the numerous shows he was flicking through in case she found some something she wanted to watch.

"Great, especially when a three-year-old ralphed cake all over his mom. Priceless."

"Ew," said Alice, making a face while the boys chuckled. She stilled then put her hand on Mikey's knee. "Go back two channels. Here! Turn it up!"

"…car explosion rocked the business area injuring five people and killing two. Victor Wendt and his driver, Charlie Davis, were killed in the 2011 Lincoln Town Car shortly after…"

"Well… That takes care of THAT problem," said Alice.

"Guess so," said Raphael.

"I'm hungry. Shall I order pizza?"

Casey, Alice, and Raphael all looked at each other, and then nodded.

"You shall," they all answered.

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"I almost can't believe it," said Eve, hands clenched around her coffee cup. Alice just delivered the news of Victor's death but had been called away by Raphael, leaving her alone with Donatello. "It's so surreal."

"This is good news," he said, placing his hand on hers.

"It makes me wonder who hated him so much to just kill him like that."

"That's the Police Department's problem. Casey said if they end up calling for you that he'd be your alibi, and so will Alice."

"They wouldn't think… I mean I know that…" Her wide blue eyes met his and he mentally smacked himself for worrying her for probably nothing. "What if they DO think I did it? Oh God!"

"Hey, hey, calm down." He took her by the shoulders and had to focus on calming her instead of how nice it was to touch her. "It'll be fine. Ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. I… I'm being silly," she said, shaking her head, pulling red strands of hair over her shoulder. She pulled her glasses off of her face and rubbed a tired hand over her eyes. She stifled a yawn against her wrist and placed her glasses back over her eyes before taking the ponytail holder that'd been around her wrist and putting her hair up in a sloppy bun. "We have work to do."

"You go on ahead to bed," said Donatello, rising from his chair to take her half gone coffee. "You've been at it all day."

"So have you," she countered.

"Yeah, but…" He stopped.

"But…" she challenged.

"I… am not tired?" he finished lamely.

"Donatello you clearly are. How about this? We go to bed, and then work on it in the morning?"

Donatello tried so hard to block out the innuendo in her comment. Them going to bed, together, and failed… He liked Eve. A lot. He liked her fiery hair and bright blue eyes, the flannel top she had on with the two top buttons undone to show some of her soft, white skin. Even her jeans, which fitted her form perfectly, were a turn on. How did Raphael deal with it? Oh, right, Alice liked him back so they both dealt with the problem together… Shell.

"Are you ok?" asked Eve.

"What?" he asked, jumping and hitting his knee against his desk, making his teeth clench. "Fine. I'm fine!"

"Ok." Eve stood from her chair, stretching, and Donatello's eyes zeroed in on a marking above her right… was that a…

"You have a tattoo?" he asked.

"What? Oh…" She actually blushed, a hand coming to pull the hem of her shirt down a little. "Yeah."

"Can I see?"

"I, uh… I guess, but, oh God this is going to be embarrassing. Don't laugh, ok?"

"Ok…" His eyes widened as she lifted up her shirt and pulled her jeans down a little. There, on her right hip was a mini-sea turtle. "Oh… wow."

"I know! I was drunk one night, before meeting Victor, stupid since I wasn't twenty-one, and my friends and I wanted to get tattoos. I remember Jena got Tweety Bird, Shelby got the Road Runner, and Tabitha got a lily. I… always thought turtles were cute, so, I, uh… got one."

She finished her sentence very quietly, looking down to the floor, cheeks flushed as she pulled her shirt down. Donatello couldn't stop himself, in fact he was certain the only way he would stop would be if someone walked in. He went to her, placed one of his large fingertips beneath her chin, and then tilted her head up so that she had to look up at his face.

"I like it." Being brave he bent down to whisper in her ear. "A lot." Swallowing his nervousness he took her hitched breathing as a sign and pressed his lips to her cheek. "Goodnight Eve."

He walked away, unable to look at her in case she had a look of horror or disgust on her face. In fact the closer he got to his room, the more and more he was kicking himself for being a shell-fer-brains that Raphael deemed Michelangelo to be every ten minutes. Had he looked back, though, he'd of seen the small smile on her face while she lovingly cupped her cheek where he had pressed his kiss.

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"Love you too, goodnight…"

Alice hung up her phone and sighed. Her sister talked for about an hour and it was pushing one in the morning. All in the lair was quiet. Raphael had walked Casey back to his apartment and Alice knew he was probably out somewhere playing Watcher. Going to the room she shared with Eve she saw her friend in bed, a small smile on her face, sleeping soundly. Alice was happy that Eve could finally start putting her past behind her. Alice knew Mikey and Splinter were sleeping and if Donatello wasn't sleeping he was probably busy in his lab. Feeling more than a little antsy, Alice was about to break a rule, well, more like find a loophole. Splinter had said no going out to go thieving; he said nothing about going out to STOP it. Feeling more than a little sneaky she rummaged through her clothes. Unhappy with what she found she slipped out of the lair and within fifteen minutes she was in her old apartment. Keeping the lights off in case someone was watching, she slunk in the darkness to her closet. There, she found her outfit she thieved in and slipped it on. It was like coming home and a part of her wanted to purr in contentment. However, something was missing. She detached the hood and instead slipped off the red sash that'd she had around her katana. Now putting her katana in the sheath at her back, she found a pair of scissors and worked holes in the sash for her eyes. Oh, Raphael was going to love this… she wrapped the sash around her head then braided it in with her hair until she stood up like the tall warrior of the light she was apparently supposed to be.

Slipping out of her window, she went to the rooftop then started off at a jog which quickly transitioned into a sprint. When a scream pierced the air she leapt gracefully toward the building it was coming from, the air caressing her skin, the earth humming with each step she took, the rapidly boiling heat of impending battle in her veins, as well as the gentle sway of water while she maneuvered down a fire escape and to an alley where a woman was being cornered by five men.

"Hello boys," said Alice, taking out her katana and giving it an easy twirl. "Let's play."

TBC…